My best friend got a new boyfriend and introduced him to me. From the very first meeting, I didn’t like his vibe. Almost immediately after we met, he began bragging about what he owned, the countries he had visited, and even the women he had dated, some of whom he claimed were celebrities.

Afterwards, my friend asked what I thought about him. I told her, “If you hadn’t accepted his proposal already, I would have asked you to wait a little while.”

She asked what I meant, and I was honest. I told her he seemed like someone who might end up breaking her heart.

A few days later, I heard from a mutual friend that my best friend had said I was jealous of her boyfriend because he had a car and I had never dated a man with one. I don’t entertain gossip, so I went straight to her. When I asked about it, she said that wasn’t what she meant.

After that, she stopped talking to me about him entirely. I would only see them together on Snapchat going out, visiting places, and posting about it.

One day, she called me using his phone to ask me to help her with something. I didn’t realize it was his number until it called me again later—and it was him. He said he was surprised he hadn’t seen me again since our first meeting and that he really liked my vibe.

He called again on another day and said he wanted us to be friends, even though he knew my friend wouldn’t approve. I told him to leave me alone and focus on his relationship with her.

I didn’t mention any of this to my friend until he started texting me. This time, he was direct. He said, “We can get to know each other better without your friend knowing.”

I took a screenshot of the message and sent it to my best friend, asking her to get her boyfriend off my back. She asked how I got his number, and I explained.

A few days later, she blocked me.

Then, another mutual friend told me she had accused me of taking her boyfriend’s number from her phone because I wanted to prove that he didn’t like her.

I was deeply upset. The accusation shook me to my core. The man wasn’t even my type.

I went to her house to confront her and found him there. I asked him, in front of her, to explain how he got my number. I repeated everything he had said to me and asked him to deny it. He couldn’t say a word.

Since then, she hasn’t called or tried to see me. I tell myself I’m fine, but sometimes I still think about her and wonder if I handled things the right way. I miss our friendship, and it hurts that a man came between us.

Even now, I can’t help but ask myself: Did I handle the situation well?